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It was as if the darkness itself was his loyal companion, guiding him through uncharted territories. Through moonlit meadows and winding forest paths, Duncan would navigate with ease, his senses heightened by the absence of daylight. He relished in the thrill of the unknown, seeking out hidden treasures that eluded others. His nimble feet carried him effortlessly, as if guided by some invisible force, always leading him further into the heart of darkness.

It didn’t do anything at all, it didn’t join or participate, it just stayed there and watched and observed. I loooked more closely at it, and I recognized it as the same figure same idiotic figure from the grove, the very embodiment of the darkness that we all had the belief that we had eliminated. What marveled me was the fact that it did not interact, it did not bother to intercact or obstruct the scene, it just observed what was going on. It’s presence was a firm reminder that the darkness still lived inside me, and I should remember to curtail and taim it every day.

The absence of familiar illumination is replaced by an eerie, otherworldly gloom. As the carriage begins to move forward once again, the mermen peer into the abyss, their eyes adjusting to the dimness. The darkness surrounds them, an all-encompassing presence that feels both oppressive and captivating. It is a realm where the boundaries between the known and the unknown blur, where unseen perils and hidden wonders lie in wait.

She could have sworn she saw him a moment ago- Her mind was heavy and sluggish and she tried to turn her head to find him but she couldn’t. It didn’t matter. No, she wanted to see where he was- It didn’t matter. The darkness was safe and it invited her. Nothing else mattered.. she welcomed the darkness.

Darkness. Not the absence of light. Not emptiness. Not oblivion. This darkness existed before such concepts had meaning. Emma floated within it. Or perhaps she wasn't floating at all. Perhaps movement itself had not yet been invented here. The voice still echoed around her. The voice that had answered her forgotten syllable. The voice that had spoken only two words. At last. Emma's heart pounded. For a moment, she couldn't see anything. Couldn't feel anything. Couldn't even tell whether she still existed.

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

But despite my best efforts, I fall asleep as I try to plan my next course of action. Darkness. Cold darkness surrounds me, seeping into my very bones. This time it’s more urgent, more malevolent. I’m alone in this existence, in more ways than one, and that lights my mortal mind on fire. Secrets, upon secrets, upon secrets, there are centuries of darkness that I cannot even comprehend. Yet I wade through the debris, searching for something, a truth that refuses to be found.

Even if it meant stepping into the darkness fully, embracing the bond, embracing the fire, and surrendering to a world I was only beginning to understand. Because there was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.

But it didn't They hadn’t found out. For now But a part of me knew they would. And it was still hard to accept the fact I closed my eyes for a moment, just to breathe, then my eyelids felt heavy. And I let the darkness consume me

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE